A long sequence of reflective poems. They fall short for me in their narrative structure. Not quite vivid enough in its imagery, these poems seem to navigate a failed relationship and a deep reservoir of anxiety and depression. The characters all function in the first and second person, aside from a few appearances from an unnamed grandmother.

There was a time I would have explained it to you if you had asked me why.

The language is casual and unpretentious, but a bitter streak runs through it. ( )